Moonsound
Junior Member
The bronze she-cat slowed to a halt as Holly approached, turning her head to meet her gaze.
”Mirage.” The agent meowed instantly after Holly first addressed her. Filling the brief break in Holly’s speech to inform the sheline of her monicker. Once Holly was beside her she began walking again.
”Indeed you were Ms. Holly... I would be charmed to. Master Trinity retired to a villa a leisure stroll from here in the Purridise residence district. He confided that he was suffering from an intense headache. He requested a soda and medication for the pain.” The bronze sheline, now known to be Mirage, explained as she walked alongside Holly.
Now outside of the cafe, you could see Funworld as a whole. Large roller coasters and rides could be seen in every direction, stretching off into the horizon. You could probably ride a new ride every day for a year. The streets were clean, pothole free, and bustling. But not packed. There was always space as Holly and Mirage walked, never needing to squeeze through a crowd or be shoulder to shoulder with any other animals.
Kits, cubs, pups, and all manners scurried about. A she-cat dressed in stereotypical western wear waved at them as they passed. Animals wore merchandise, food stands selling basic fair snacks like popcorn were dotted along their route, groups queued to take pictures, and screams filled the air. Carried aloft from riders of any of the number of rides and attractions surrounding them. The park itself, or at least this section of it, was not flat. It seemed the grounds were designed so that you could never see too far ahead of you. Obviously the coasters and towers were constantly in view, but down on ground level it almost felt like you were strolling through a cozy orchard or garden. Trees and other vegetation kept what was over the next hill or ridge a secret as you went along the winding paths. If you didn’t think about the illusion you could feel as though you were just at some local fairground in a small town.
Except the paths always had several animals on them or in sight, even with their winding nature. Cueing anyone who thought about it in that the grounds must be absolutely brimming with animals for every single road to have somebody on it. Animals raced past Holly on their way to another ride, couples or families rested on benches, or there were those engaging with one of the vending booths that were never grouped up but always in sight. And no visual trickery could change the fact that there were no open spaces that weren't in the shadow of a coaster or dedicated to another quaint strip-mall like area. For all it’s make-up this section of Funworld had no ponds or grass fields to add to the illusion that you weren’t in a city of roller coasters, drop towers, and theme park shops. As the Haven agent took her around another curve, a small residence area came into sight. Five stilt houses were built into a hill, the cobblestone path up to them closed off with a gate. A quick scan of her card and Mirage pulled it open and ushered Holly onto the estate.
“Thrills Escape 1113, this is the villa.” Mirage meowed, pointing to a 1950s modern aesthetic house. The home had large glass windows for natural light and to show off the view. But they were all currently opaque so that you couldn’t peer inside. The “Thrills Escape” residences as they were called were not substantially higher than the main path used to get to them. But they were just high enough that you could now see over the tops of the trees and marvel at the scale of the park. You wouldn’t have known it before but you could see that they were only miles from a coastline. With rides and attractions stretching all the way to it. You could also tell that the ground gently sloped downward as it went to the sea, keeping the view of the ocean clear from obstruction. Since by the time the coasters in the distance were big enough and tall enough to get in the way; the land had sloped down far enough that they were beneath your sight line. The lay of the land felt magical in the sense that, while walking the grounds you never felt like you were going up or down. Yet now that you could see more, you could see that the entire park was sloped. You could even see a bit of the cafe that the group was in, lower in elevation to where Holly was now.
Mirage lead Holly up the small pebbled path to the villa’s door. As they got close to it, the dark wood swung open for them. Pebbles gave way to hardwood flooring and the light of outside was traded for a dark interior. A modicum of light filtered through the shades but the villa’s interior remained dim. Especially since the colors within were dark browns and blacks. Trin neglected to turn on any lights either.
”If you need anything Ms. Holly, there is a phone in the kitchen directly connected to us. Enjoy any food you can find in the fridge or pantry, courtesy of the Haven agency. I will give you your privacy now.” Mirage merowed, coming to a stop just as the floor plan opened up. The villa was simple, only three rooms. A short hallway if you could call it that from the door into one large living space. The kitchen was to the left and connected to the sunken in living room with couch and hovering fireplace. To the right were frosted glass doors, with one leading to a grand bathroom and the other to a master bedroom. The villa was clearly designed with a couple in mind. The agent pointed out the fridge and pantry door before giving Holly a quick bow and making her leave.
The living room couch and kitchen were abandoned. That could be gleamed from a single look. Light flickered in the glass door leading to the bedroom, and the muffled sound of a tv could be heard from inside. Giving away where Trin was. That combined with the fact that no sound of water could be heard from the bathroom confirmed the only room he could be in was the bedroom.
Inside the master bedroom the white tom-cat could be seen lying on the bed with his eyes closed, facing away from the entrance. The bedroom’s decor was even blacker than the outer room’s. And just as with everything else, this room was simple and clean. No dressers, or shelves, or anything besides a lone chair existed to clutter the space. Just black flooring, black walls, and a black bed that made Trin stand out on it. The ”tv” wasn’t your standard hologram but rather was literally apart of the glass windows that made up two of the walls in the room. With a news cast being played on the “screen” that went from the floor to the ceiling. The volume wasn’t very loud though so you could only really hear a vague gist of what was being said. Something about Trin and something about God-ring. The scale of the tv made the newscaster almost feel like a giant with the way their face and body took up so much of the wall.
On the nightstand there was a half empty glass of some red soda. The red ones evidently Trin’s favorite flavor. And upon closer inspection you could see that the white tom was wearing a white t-shirt. Beyond that, the room was placid as a lake. The only sounds were the nearly muted tv and the soft popping of the soda’s carbonation. Nothing else was there to make anymore noise.
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Penny and PIM scrunched their noses in reaction to Lizeth’s plea.
”We know. It‘s fine. This is all new to you.” Keesipip said, placing a paw on her shoulder.
”We’re not going to, do anything, to you.” The ashlander added on when it really set in that Lizeth’s behavior was as if she’d committed a cardinal sin.
”Yeah. Is’okay.” Penny meowed, lowering her face down so that the southern accented sheline would see her positive expression. The beginnings of a toothy smile showing on her muzzle.
Stalker looked at Lizeth with a raised brow but otherwise didn’t move from her position.
”Uh…” Hunter paused for a while, “The currency they use are these silver sticks with separate pieces. Kind of like a chocolate bar. There’s a microchip in each that marks them as real currency.” Hunter said, to answer Lizeth’s question.
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Speed was shaken from her focus on her communication device when Streak began to wail. Her ears sought the source of the noise and for a second or two her face soured into a look of annoyance. It faded away a moment later and the acrobat slowly stood to her paws and carefully leaned off and dropped from her bed.
”Streak, we don’t do that.” Speed said in a bored tone as she padded over to the split-colored tom and sat down next to him.
”Use your words young tom. Why are you crying?” She asked, lowering and tilting her head to look at his eyes.
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Deciet didn’t move an inch from Luther. Her eyes glinting playfully when he mentioned her tooth. She twitched her whiskers before dramatically biting the air just in front of him with a loud “clack.” Grinning toothily at him.
”I’d love to let you try. Once we’re off this ship.” Deciet purred back, her eyes narrowing a little. She held his gaze for a couple seconds before turning around and walking away.
”I’m going to see if they’ll let me shower.” Deciet purred over her shoulder as she padded back towards the main portion of the medical bay.
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While Hal was speaking his incognito compatriot seemed to ignore him and was busy watching the news. Once he’d finished talking the animal looked at him and stared silently for a long time. Their head shifted downward a degree to examine the blood for a bit before going back to Hal.
”Second most valuable thing in the multiverse. Information… We’re getting off planet in that thing once you stop sneezing. I’m sick of this place too.” The unknown animal said, flicking their head to gesture to the race ship parked behind them.
”Mirage.” The agent meowed instantly after Holly first addressed her. Filling the brief break in Holly’s speech to inform the sheline of her monicker. Once Holly was beside her she began walking again.
”Indeed you were Ms. Holly... I would be charmed to. Master Trinity retired to a villa a leisure stroll from here in the Purridise residence district. He confided that he was suffering from an intense headache. He requested a soda and medication for the pain.” The bronze sheline, now known to be Mirage, explained as she walked alongside Holly.
Now outside of the cafe, you could see Funworld as a whole. Large roller coasters and rides could be seen in every direction, stretching off into the horizon. You could probably ride a new ride every day for a year. The streets were clean, pothole free, and bustling. But not packed. There was always space as Holly and Mirage walked, never needing to squeeze through a crowd or be shoulder to shoulder with any other animals.
Kits, cubs, pups, and all manners scurried about. A she-cat dressed in stereotypical western wear waved at them as they passed. Animals wore merchandise, food stands selling basic fair snacks like popcorn were dotted along their route, groups queued to take pictures, and screams filled the air. Carried aloft from riders of any of the number of rides and attractions surrounding them. The park itself, or at least this section of it, was not flat. It seemed the grounds were designed so that you could never see too far ahead of you. Obviously the coasters and towers were constantly in view, but down on ground level it almost felt like you were strolling through a cozy orchard or garden. Trees and other vegetation kept what was over the next hill or ridge a secret as you went along the winding paths. If you didn’t think about the illusion you could feel as though you were just at some local fairground in a small town.
Except the paths always had several animals on them or in sight, even with their winding nature. Cueing anyone who thought about it in that the grounds must be absolutely brimming with animals for every single road to have somebody on it. Animals raced past Holly on their way to another ride, couples or families rested on benches, or there were those engaging with one of the vending booths that were never grouped up but always in sight. And no visual trickery could change the fact that there were no open spaces that weren't in the shadow of a coaster or dedicated to another quaint strip-mall like area. For all it’s make-up this section of Funworld had no ponds or grass fields to add to the illusion that you weren’t in a city of roller coasters, drop towers, and theme park shops. As the Haven agent took her around another curve, a small residence area came into sight. Five stilt houses were built into a hill, the cobblestone path up to them closed off with a gate. A quick scan of her card and Mirage pulled it open and ushered Holly onto the estate.
“Thrills Escape 1113, this is the villa.” Mirage meowed, pointing to a 1950s modern aesthetic house. The home had large glass windows for natural light and to show off the view. But they were all currently opaque so that you couldn’t peer inside. The “Thrills Escape” residences as they were called were not substantially higher than the main path used to get to them. But they were just high enough that you could now see over the tops of the trees and marvel at the scale of the park. You wouldn’t have known it before but you could see that they were only miles from a coastline. With rides and attractions stretching all the way to it. You could also tell that the ground gently sloped downward as it went to the sea, keeping the view of the ocean clear from obstruction. Since by the time the coasters in the distance were big enough and tall enough to get in the way; the land had sloped down far enough that they were beneath your sight line. The lay of the land felt magical in the sense that, while walking the grounds you never felt like you were going up or down. Yet now that you could see more, you could see that the entire park was sloped. You could even see a bit of the cafe that the group was in, lower in elevation to where Holly was now.
Mirage lead Holly up the small pebbled path to the villa’s door. As they got close to it, the dark wood swung open for them. Pebbles gave way to hardwood flooring and the light of outside was traded for a dark interior. A modicum of light filtered through the shades but the villa’s interior remained dim. Especially since the colors within were dark browns and blacks. Trin neglected to turn on any lights either.
”If you need anything Ms. Holly, there is a phone in the kitchen directly connected to us. Enjoy any food you can find in the fridge or pantry, courtesy of the Haven agency. I will give you your privacy now.” Mirage merowed, coming to a stop just as the floor plan opened up. The villa was simple, only three rooms. A short hallway if you could call it that from the door into one large living space. The kitchen was to the left and connected to the sunken in living room with couch and hovering fireplace. To the right were frosted glass doors, with one leading to a grand bathroom and the other to a master bedroom. The villa was clearly designed with a couple in mind. The agent pointed out the fridge and pantry door before giving Holly a quick bow and making her leave.
The living room couch and kitchen were abandoned. That could be gleamed from a single look. Light flickered in the glass door leading to the bedroom, and the muffled sound of a tv could be heard from inside. Giving away where Trin was. That combined with the fact that no sound of water could be heard from the bathroom confirmed the only room he could be in was the bedroom.
Inside the master bedroom the white tom-cat could be seen lying on the bed with his eyes closed, facing away from the entrance. The bedroom’s decor was even blacker than the outer room’s. And just as with everything else, this room was simple and clean. No dressers, or shelves, or anything besides a lone chair existed to clutter the space. Just black flooring, black walls, and a black bed that made Trin stand out on it. The ”tv” wasn’t your standard hologram but rather was literally apart of the glass windows that made up two of the walls in the room. With a news cast being played on the “screen” that went from the floor to the ceiling. The volume wasn’t very loud though so you could only really hear a vague gist of what was being said. Something about Trin and something about God-ring. The scale of the tv made the newscaster almost feel like a giant with the way their face and body took up so much of the wall.
On the nightstand there was a half empty glass of some red soda. The red ones evidently Trin’s favorite flavor. And upon closer inspection you could see that the white tom was wearing a white t-shirt. Beyond that, the room was placid as a lake. The only sounds were the nearly muted tv and the soft popping of the soda’s carbonation. Nothing else was there to make anymore noise.
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Penny and PIM scrunched their noses in reaction to Lizeth’s plea.
”We know. It‘s fine. This is all new to you.” Keesipip said, placing a paw on her shoulder.
”We’re not going to, do anything, to you.” The ashlander added on when it really set in that Lizeth’s behavior was as if she’d committed a cardinal sin.
”Yeah. Is’okay.” Penny meowed, lowering her face down so that the southern accented sheline would see her positive expression. The beginnings of a toothy smile showing on her muzzle.
Stalker looked at Lizeth with a raised brow but otherwise didn’t move from her position.
”Uh…” Hunter paused for a while, “The currency they use are these silver sticks with separate pieces. Kind of like a chocolate bar. There’s a microchip in each that marks them as real currency.” Hunter said, to answer Lizeth’s question.
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Speed was shaken from her focus on her communication device when Streak began to wail. Her ears sought the source of the noise and for a second or two her face soured into a look of annoyance. It faded away a moment later and the acrobat slowly stood to her paws and carefully leaned off and dropped from her bed.
”Streak, we don’t do that.” Speed said in a bored tone as she padded over to the split-colored tom and sat down next to him.
”Use your words young tom. Why are you crying?” She asked, lowering and tilting her head to look at his eyes.
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Deciet didn’t move an inch from Luther. Her eyes glinting playfully when he mentioned her tooth. She twitched her whiskers before dramatically biting the air just in front of him with a loud “clack.” Grinning toothily at him.
”I’d love to let you try. Once we’re off this ship.” Deciet purred back, her eyes narrowing a little. She held his gaze for a couple seconds before turning around and walking away.
”I’m going to see if they’ll let me shower.” Deciet purred over her shoulder as she padded back towards the main portion of the medical bay.
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While Hal was speaking his incognito compatriot seemed to ignore him and was busy watching the news. Once he’d finished talking the animal looked at him and stared silently for a long time. Their head shifted downward a degree to examine the blood for a bit before going back to Hal.
”Second most valuable thing in the multiverse. Information… We’re getting off planet in that thing once you stop sneezing. I’m sick of this place too.” The unknown animal said, flicking their head to gesture to the race ship parked behind them.
